Gregorius Jonsson.
[To the Earl.] A solemn hour for you and for many! Earl Skule. [Looking anxiously towards the church.] A solemn hour for Norway. Paul Flida. [Near the Earl.] Now is the glowing iron in her hands. Dagfinn. [Beside Håkon.] They are coming down the nave. Ivar Bodde. Christ protect thy tender hands, Inga, mother of the King! Håkon. Surely all my life shall reward her for this hour. Earl Skule. [Who has been listening intently, breaks out suddenly.] Did she cry out? Has she let the iron fall? Paul Flida. [Goes up.] I know not what it was. Gregorius Jonsson. Hark to the women weeping in the outer hall! The Choir in the Church. [Breaks forth in jubilation.] Gloria in excelsis Deo! [The doors are thrown open. Inga comes forth, followed by Nuns, Priests, and Monks.
